"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to ye ***** eye."

-H. Jackson Brown, Jr

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"Shut up! You stupid woman."

Another typical day where my parents are fighting violently. I was peeping through the wall at the kitchen. Emotions surged through my entire body like electricity: Scared, Angry, Anxious, Nervous. I am a coward that can't even protect my feeble, worn out mother.

Dad plucked her hair and swung it sideways. How I wish I calls take all her pain away and suffer it myself. "Where have you kept the money?" His speech was slurred due to being highly intoxicants.

My Dad? Humph, he is an addicted gambler and a drunkard, a violent and abusive man to his family, a coward and a weakling outside.

Everyone knows to stay from us. Nobody wants to talk, help, even smile at us. We are the jokers of this small, abandoned village. Dad would often sleep outside the house battered walls because he'll be to drunk to function his brain and the children's in the neighbourhood would be surrounding him, some throwing vulgar verbal abuse, some throwing their houses' garbage and other would simply be laid back laughing and spectating; it'd be a nightmare and this would happen everyday.

On such misfortune days, I would cower beside my sleeping mother and watch her sleep. I wouldn't dare to sleep. I can't take that risk knowing my father would break in the house and start beating my mother and I, if not anything at least I can protect her by getting beaten.

Because of Dad's habits our living becomes worse with each passing day; Mother and I have resorted to selling matchsticks on the streets or sometimes Mother begs, i want help her too but she won't let me beg on the streets because she says...

'Mahnoor, you can't beg.' My mother said sitting on the cold, harsh floor. I asked, 'But Mother, why. I want to help you.'

She cups my skinny face in her aged hands, 'This life is yours, my dear. You don't need another stain.'

My hands reach out to hold hers, 'Mother, what are you saying? Not my life? Stain? This is my life since the day I was born, if Allah (1) wants us to go through these hardships then I will surpass mountains like how Allah's (2) Messengers surpassed mountains of problems and difficulties in their missions. And Mother, you... Are not a stain. You... Are my Mahnoor Bibi's Mother. You are my inspirator, my beautiful Mother... heuk!' I don't know when I started crying but tears welled up in my eyes and I just wanted to release them; I couldn't hold them any longer. 'Heuk...Please mother...' Mother held me tight in her warm embrace, 'My child, you will surpass with all honesty, kindness, loyalty a day hard work. Allah is always watching us, He is testing us; so never abandon your beliefs, Values, Upbringing, dignity for the materialistic luxurious of this world. Grow up to be a beautiful human being, walk in the path of our Prophet Muhammad (3) (peace be upon him), and what he taught us...' I could her her choking in the middle, perhaps she had also started crying profusely. I felt hot tears on my shoulders....

A memory so...

My eyes met a shocked scene when dad was holding a knife to mother. I was panicking and adrenaline rushed up my veins. 'What to do... What to do...' I searched the small, smelly, and neglected house when my eyes landed on half finished alcohol bottle.

I charged inside the kitchen and smashed the bottle into Dad's leg, due to our height difference I wasn't able to hurt him at his vital points. Nevertheless, it distracted him. I don't know ow where I got the courage from but I had to do it for my Mother. 'Oh, Allah. Thank you a million.'

"Ahhhh!" The knife fell to floor and Dad's hands protected his bleeding leg. "You forlorn dog!" He grasped my hair and swung it sideways, "Your parents denied you and handed this trouble to us." What? What was he talking about? "Hahaha! You must be wondering what, Your not my daughter. Your a sin. Someone else's sin." I was horrified that he'd even deny mu existence as he's daughter. How could this man be so terrible to call his own flesh and blood a sin? Am I not his daughter that he'd hurt me so badly?

"That's right! Your not my blood and I don't need to care for you, why should I. I've ready taken care of your for 9 years now it's time you pay me back." I am not his blood? Perhaps I was ecstatic to know I wasn't his daughter but fear struck me immediately; I'm not his daughter what would he do with me?

"What do you want to do with her?" Mothers confused voice echoed from the back.

Her husband replied, "Sell her and make money."

'Oh, Allah. You alone we worship and You alone we ask for help. I plead You to help me, my Lord.' I prayed earnestly silently. I was on the verge of crying; my cold, hard exterior would crumble any moment.

I saw Mother lift a pan and strike him hard on his head many times. He stumbled and shouted vulgar words until he pathetically collapsed onto the floor.

My entire being blocked off, only my heart beat and rasp breathing could be heard. 'Oh, Allah. What has happened.'

I turned my head to mother only to see her ghasted by her sudden bravery, she seemed to wither away any moment. "Ya, Allah. What have I done! Oh, for give my sin. Ya, Allah, forgive me." Her body fell to the floor and I joined her. "No, Mother, this isn't a sin. It is Allah giving us a chance to escape this horrible nightmare. Mother, Allah wil understand and forgive us. let's go, Mother." I tried to council with her, perhaps this was Allah's will.

She locked her shocked gaze with me and pushed me way, " N - no. Yo - you go... Yes, Mahnoor, meri bachi (5) go! Run away!" She shouted, exasperated.

I could believe my ears, "Mother, I will not leave without you. You have to come with me." I pull her hands again and again but she pushes me away again and again.

"No! The police... They will come and.... Jail? No, you must escape. You were not born to suffer this, my dear I am so sorry!" Hot tears were streaming down her face.

"Mother, what are you saying? Not born for this? Am I really not your daughter?"

She holds me in her embrace, "Oh, dear. Your parents they..." So I'm not her daughter.

Even so I will bring Mother with me, "Mother, don't worry about the police. This is only a very small, abandoned village of Pakistan. There is no security or law order here except for the village council. But we have an advantage and that is nobody will want to deal with us especially something like this, they won't finds us if we deal with this dead body meticulously; I have a plan, there is a locked room which I can open the door to and sack the body and put it there, it can rott forever. We will move out from the small hole in the back, later when they do find the body and we are targeted as the prime suspects, they won't have any trace of us, online or through people because we don't have phones or friend/relatives. There is a risk of the local police being involved but they will close the case after no success since they'd be either too lazy to deal with small fishes like us or too busy due to the new serial killer or just too afraid to report to the higher ups because they're already stressed out and don't want to be displeased further. After we escape, we'll change our names, identity and if we earn money we can migrate to another country through a ship on the sea. Mother it's the perfect plan." I happily smile at my Mother and hold her face. It is flawless, she has to agree!

However, Mother sat there completely looking dazed be for she muttered, "Y-you, you really have gone after your parents..." Was she thinking of my real parents? What kind of people are they to be so heartless to leave their child in such a state? I don't ever want to meet them!

She snapped out of her chain of thoughts,

"No! Mahnoor, you will listen to me. No matter how flawless your plan is, we can never escape their eyes; they are always watching us. But you can, if you go alone you will be able to escape." She pushed me even further back.

My tears were continually flowing like a river.

"No, Ple-please. Mother... Come... Come with m-me." I begged her but she grabbed a knife from the floor and held it to her neck, "if you don't leave, I...." Just as she was about to continue the door broke down and four men in black suits guarded the entrance.

A tall framed man in white suit entered the dishevelled kitchen.

His sudden speech reigned the tensed and dramatic atmosphere, "Tsk, Tsk. You never learn, do you?"

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"Allah gives His hardest battles to His strongest soldiers."

-Kajal Chetijia

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-(1) In Islam God is the absolute, the all - merciful, the all- powerful, the all- knowing. Muslims believes there is one diety and that is Allah- it's the name of God/illah (God)- In Islam God's name is Allah.

I just wanted to say this- for anyone that doesn't know Allah doesn't mean God, Illah means God- Allah is the name of Illah (God)

-(2) In Islam Prophet Muhammad (He is the founder of Islam and according to Islam this is the one true religion God has told them to follow) isn't the only messenger sent by Allah to preach- Before him many prophets have come to earth and preached about Allah. E.g- Prophet Adam (Muslims believes he is all humanities father) he was the first prophet and then his sons and so on like Prophet Isa (Jesus of Christianity), Prophet Nuh (Noah), Prophet Musa (Moses of Judaism). Although only 25 prophets are mentioned in the Qur'an (the holy book of Islam) it has been said that there are more or less 124, 000 prophets that have come to Earth- So Islam believes in all and every prophet and that they are all Allah's messengers. (Peace be upon all of them)

-(3) I'm sure I pretty much explained who he is above, right? All right if you want more information - Prophet Muhammad (sall llahu aleihi wasallam- Peace be upon him) The founder of Islam and the one who received the holy Qur'an. He was the last prophet and none came after him.

Hello my fellow MangaTooners, I've made a couple of book covers for my new book but I can't decide so I am uploading these books covers up and leaving it all to you guys to decide This new books cover!!!!!

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Phew! finished. The cover that gets the most support or like will be the one that will be decided upon and published as the official cover for this book.

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Hope you've liked them and have your favourite one amongst them-

Also do voice your opinion on the prologue of this book - tell me how you liked the characters and the story line. This story will definitely be coming soon but I am currently really busy on my other stories some of which are labeled coming soon- so I'm trying my best to make all the time-

Anyways this story will be based on some of life's sad but real issues- I've been trying to make all of my stories as creative as possible and different from the MangaToon clichés, thus. This story will have that realistic tinge but of course there are going to be moments where it's gonna be fictional- it will make you fall of your seat, laughing- it will make widen your eyes, dramatic. It will make you cry, cruel reality and sad partings. It will fill you up with emotions.

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